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Test me I'll go from a preacher to Jack Reacher
Learned the grimy shit from importing that good reefer
Now I push it through the speaker
From

Urban putrid scents I smell
Suddenly a painful touch I felt
A wide range of great intensity and scope
How reality is processed by my brain is a blow

Chukwu non nso
Ogini bun so bu gi
Imana odi ah diegide   it doesn't matter the pain it doesn't matter the shame
I AM here to meet you at nwanam ooo

What kinda flow am I gonna roll?
Tomorrow overload what I load
High or low, it’s not crypto
Money is where I go
Over the dope and hoe
Love my doe; beat

business intertwined 
You ain't trippin on me
Or going through all my twitter likes 

I'm just tryna show the world greatness 
Great woman by my side 
And I

it feels like everyone who stands for sum got blammed by sum 
Youth killing the youth and it's all part of they plan 
They don't want you to be great

Home by 9
Turning myself in

Had to plead the 5th
This time it's severe
Know how it appears
I was cuming 
She was riding
Like she Paul revere

Tell

call me Jay master Pee
Wateva dat u do I don gv a damn!
It’s ma time am cmn out now
See me see success go ask ur ancestors
Dey gonna tell u ma flow’s

am I so great nigga let me see
Cause I make new sounds every time I breath
This is not what you want this is what you need
These niggas don’t breath

freeze,Frozen thoughts,like what if I didn’t take that course,what if I still went every sunday to praise the lord,I would have never been who I am 
I would have

I need a faster pace

No regret I'm glad we came
I feel good, just good not great
I've been hit hit twice in the eye
By a soul that might get what I

Coming in down real fast
Well I am but a prisoner
There's not great guess what the Outcome will be
Stone cold reality

Corsica, been fuming
Been Poleon, you knew this
Polar winter, the cruelest
Off Corsica, my origin
I am a don like porcelain
I been said this I'm Vani Fleur
I

But the drunk has got connections

I see what you're driving at
Your lame excuses are just that
Don't talk to me
Unless you've got a reason
I really am

good baby
Lately this great thing cannot escape me
On the daily it's amazing
Makes me say things like it pays me
So crazy like whoa
I'm loving the hype

Echoes
They come with midnight fears
Harbingers of chaotic scenes

Whispers
The 3 am tears
Should've taken
 All the signs I recieved

And the blurry

features
I put God on every track we have a lot of features
Mama Africa you made me who I am
A true South African with a tongue of a sharpest spear
Poetry

powder, gun smoke might be what frees me
I was born into solitude
That's fate, that's life, what am I to do
Trying real hard just to find some meaning

Took great northern Highway
Rear view caught my side gaze
Wish I wasn't an ugly crier 
Cruise control, headache
Feet crossed on the front seat

Who am I does it matter
Only my color of my skin seems to matter
The hue of my pigment
Give them disgusting feelings
I can see it in they eyes all up

Spanish
These both are, or once were, great
But it’s better to drop my fantasies
I just cannot escape my Fate
So I must accept and recognise
That I am stuck

disconnected ourselves
The reconnection begins
Now
Everything is spiritual
Everything has a spirit
Everything that is hatched by the creator
The one creator
cnd

way
(No, did't have it)
Then I came to point of wanting the change
I am tired of running away
I don't like my weak self-image
No matter what it is, what

(This one's dedicated to Mr. Robertson, when it comes out you probably won't even know who I am or even remember this but ill never forget you, not